Yan'er originally wanted to come to torture Li Zhao, but she didn't know that she heard such a wonderful poem when she arrived, and she couldn't help but be amazed.
The poems of the pre-Qin period were ancient and difficult to understand, just like the Book of Songs. The poems of the Qin Dynasty were impassioned and sad, just like the Songs of Chu.
However, since the selection of Xuan Mo's poems, the style has changed. I don't know when it started, but it has become a unique style.
Xuanmo Poetry Anthology has become a trend. Not only poets, but also talented people and beauties have studied it, and even folk villagers can recite a few lines. It can be said that it was very popular for a while, but Li Zhao, as the author, did not know it.
Yan'er is a talented girl from Donghai County, so she naturally knows Mo Xuan's selected poems and studies them very well.
"Drinking makes me sad, and my heart becomes even sadder!" Yan'er repeated, and then looked at Li Zhao's staggering steps, the cup he raised in his hand, and his sad face.
"It's very fitting. What on earth did I go through to express such feelings and compose such a poem?"
This poem is very wonderful, but it definitely did not exist long ago. It should have been composed by this person temporarily.
"Oh my god! He can compose such a poem just by improvising. Is he a master of poetry?" Yan'er said to herself, but shook her head. She had seen many masters of poetry, but she had never seen this person before.
"But who is he?"
The style of this poem is almost the same as that of Xuan Mo's Selected Poems, and the level is about the same, no, even worse.
Who can write poems at the same level as Mo Xuan?
Yan'er shook her head. Although she knew many people, she didn't know who this person was.
He walked over slowly, but had no intention of disturbing Li Zhao, and watched silently from the side.
Love naturally becomes stronger when it comes to the depths. Li Zhao held the title and drank again.
At this moment, night has come, and the bright moon rises from the east, swaying as if drunk, swaying on the branches, pouring soft white.
"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows. Haha! Do it!"
Inadvertently, this person recited another poem, which suddenly surprised Yan'er. Although this sentence was incomplete, it was more appropriate to the situation and better!
An absolute masterpiece.
This person actually did this continuously, or within a few breaths. What kind of person could do it?
Even though she is hailed as a talented woman by everyone, she is incomparable to her. This person is more talented than herself.
She never expected that the disciple she met by chance could have such literary talent.
Silently, she did not disturb Li Zhao, and her desire to torture him slowly subsided.
At this moment, this person is in a good state and is not easy to disturb! Otherwise it is blasphemy to poetry!
She retreated silently.
The next day was the day when Master Cui came to propose marriage. The group was very impressive and the gift boxes were carried in one by one.
Obviously, this is a gift to propose marriage. In Master Cui's eyes, he is already confident that Yan'er will definitely be in his pocket.
"Yan'er, your beloved, I'm here to marry you." Master Cui was dressed in a wedding dress, with his head held high, his behavior was perverse, and his thoughts were high-spirited.
As soon as he entered the county magistrate's house, he shouted loudly and wildly.
The servants all knew him, and none of them dared to step forward to stop him, so they just watched helplessly as they arrived in the inner hall.
Yan'er was waiting for them in the inner hall, but she looked disdainful.
Master Cui is ignorant and has no skills. His reputation has long been spread throughout Donghai County. He is also a protégé, and he often teases women in the public.
"Do you know the three levels I mentioned?" Yan'er asked impatiently when she saw Master Cui.
"Of course, it's just three levels, why is it so difficult!" Master Cui responded confidently, but his eyes restlessly glanced at the graceful figure. (End of chapter)
